forum Death has come for you... (A character chat for Death and some others. Join with whoever you want to, make sure they can handle it though!.)

Started November 14, 2021 by Deleted user

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Lucitius: Snorts in amusement. Aye, that happens when I simply watch. And why be sorry? I found it all rather humorous.

Dūrus: So… you're not upset about all the flesh and bone that was literally flying everywhere?

The Oracle: giggles, wiping their mouth

Dūrus: Sighs, then looks at the Oracle Yes, Oracle?

Lucitius: Chuckles. I have seen many things in mine long life, Dūrus. Flying flesh and bone will not faze me.

Dūrus: Well, okay.

The Oracle: good! I need to gore every once in a while to keep this kid in line! It is very pleasing to me!

Dūrus: Slightly leans away from the Oracle Oooo-kay then.

Maia: to the oracle do you have blood?

The Oracle: hmmm… this child’s blood? Or demon blood?

Maia: no… do you have blood. like in you.

The Oracle: indeed! You would assume from my previous response, That I do indeed have blood, some of my own, some that I have ripped out of the wretched-
Yes! I do have blood!

Dūrus: Maia… are you a witch or sorceress? Is that why this is a thing?

Maia: Ok… give me a minute…drinks boiling blood and puts out the fire so sorry, this might hurt. *reaches out and clenches fist pulling all of the oracle's blood to it. *

The Oracle: ’s body starts to become frail and deteriorate, but remains smiling. A purple, misty being with a rather large and extremely frightening eye escapes its flesh-prison DONT WORRY. I WONT FEEL A THING. BUT HE MIGHT. reaches out a purple tendril and points to the now screaming heap of skin

Lucitius: A sorceress of blood? Such sorcery was forbidden long ago. Eyes Maia cautiously.

Maia: unclenches fist and pulls it back looking at her hand that had turned black

The Oracle: YOU BLASPHEME! YOU OWE ME A NEW PHYSICAL FORM!! PERHAPS, I SHALL INFECT YOU NEXT. attempts to possess her

Maia: owww! you know, that is the one thing that I actually fill pain doing.

Maia: whatever. he's not dead, just very close.

The Kid that used to be The Oracle: groaning weakly
The Oracle: IT IS UNSUITABLE!

Dūrus: Sighing His soul is still yours. I hold no sway over it, for Death has no reason to interfere with the Oracle. Heals the physical form of the Oracle There you go.

The Kid: oh, oh god. Thank you!! I… beholds the Oracle, no. No no no please! Please! Just let me be! I’ll do anything! Just let me be!!
The Oracle: possesses the kid, filling out their frame with its own, becoming one and the same, ahh, much better!

Maia: popping the knuckles in her dead hand that was mildly disturbing.